I am the lucky one. Two beautiful girls, flopping their heads back and forth, smiles lighting up their faces, saying ‘love you’ across the back seat. One husband, goosing the gas to make the truck ramp over the rail road tracks, and touch down. One kid, understanding what the doctor’s visit means, the other, looking around, thinking ‘hey I can climb that chair, ooh the toy mom doesn’t want me to touch, what are germs? Keeley! up, yes, daddy, up that’s what I want let me sit by sister…’
moments…
so fleeting, stolen almost. I want to keep them like a miser, locked away in my heart, sealed in my brain…
Above the headaches, the constant mess, the ache at seeing them change and grow…there is so much love. I am the lucky one. Somehow I got chosen for this. I feel humbled, awed, grateful, embarrassed. I have so much. Do I tell them enough? Do they know? How can one ever possibly let their loved ones know how much they mean?
